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The rumbling of the chords
deep within our souls
drives the stories of our lives,
of following our goals
The music that we never h..
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Before me lies a wall
made of heavy stone
A mountain rises where I stand
denying me my throne
But even when I feel forsaken
sti..
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Rest in peace, sweet sister
you did not die in vain
for when the Empire falls
I will shout your name.
“Freyda! Freyda, &lsqu..
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Ibn dho-Khali slammed the stone cup down before him. It met the wooden table with a bang. The wine was too cheap, even for him, but Ibn didn’t ..
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A lone prowler in the night,
knows no fear.
For fear is his world,
and darkness his life.
The lion is named king,
for who is more courageous?
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Nevermore to be held back,
by those who would corrupt the soul.
My heart won’t corrode,
like the cliffs that crumble into the sea.
The sil..
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Oh time,
You break my heart and soul,
shatter these fragile bones,
But love,
You burn away the cold,
Tear away my cage of stone,
Once fr..
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I go to my death,my final day.Too long I've waited,Mind's broken, as bonesA graveyard of a soul,heart's hopes are windswept,forgotten, dissipatedLike ..
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Galactic,
A shadow above us.
The blaze of a single splinter
Of frozen starlight.
But it’s more than meets the eye.
A billion ions.
We ..
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